Every time our eyes meet, this feeling inside me, is almost more than I can take

Dean doesn't understand why his eyes seek out Sam's. Every time. No matter where they were or what they were doing. If he can't lock eyes with Sammy then that pit in his stomach doesn't ease. But when he does meet Sam's gaze, be it across a crowded bar or riding in the Impala, he also doesn't understand the feeling of butterflies, the pit eases, is replaced by something else. Something warmer, softer, almost… glowing, and if that isn't some damn chick flick thoughts then he doesn't know what is. Dean just knows he has to figure this out because he just can't take anymore. He can't take the way Sam's hazel eyes seem to steal his breath, he can't take the way all he can think about are the flecks of gold that come out when they catch the light. Dean's a strong man but he just can't take much more of this, he's gonna do something stupid he just knows it.

And Baby when you touch me, I can feel how much you love me, and it just blows me away

And then there are those little touches. Sam's always fucking touching him, brushing dirt off his shirt, clapping him on the shoulder, letting his hand brush over his when he passes him something, the list goes on… It's driving Dean up the god damn wall! He just wants to scream… or push Sammy up against the wall, push a hard thigh between those long legs and rub until they're both panting and…. Damn it Dean get it together! This train of thought is only gonna get him into trouble. The worst part was that every time Sam would let a hand linger just a little too long on Dean's shoulder it was like a brand, like that damn smile, brighter than the god damn sun. The love shinning though in every one of those touches every one of those smiles, it was like a beacon, the only light in Dean's otherwise dark world. That… that right there sacred him, how could he, worthless, good little solider, screw up, Dean Winchester, deserve that type of love… and would he ever be worthy?

I've never been this close to anyone or anything… I can hear your thoughts I can see your dreams

The brothers are good, closer than ever, and that's the fucking problem. Ever since that stupid, read: awesome, fanfiction musical, Dean can't get the damn word "subtext" out of his head. He keeps reading into every little touch, every little smile or lingering glance. All he can focus on is Sam, and yeah that's not all that different than any other time, sure. But this fascination with Sam's mouth is new. That beautiful crooked grin and those sparkling eyes that seem to dance with love every time Dean meets their gaze. It's all too much and he can't take that anymore. Dean has to get out… he has to get his head on straight he has to…

I don't know how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better.

Okay, so maybe Dean's been thinking about this too much. Maybe he just needs to speak up. So what he's in love with his baby brother… what's one more natural law broken for the men who have died and come back so many times he's lost count. There's the kicker, that stupid four letter word that is somehow scarier that demons and hell and everything else they've ever fought combined. Dean's in love, in love with Sam, and not just any kind of love, that sappy, cry fest, chick flick love that he didn't think existed outside of romance novels and the CW. He wants to give Sam the world on a fucking silver platter, wants to shout it from the roof tops and tattoo it on his heart. But how… Dean needs a plan…

I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side, forever and ever…

This is it, Dean's plan. It's not a very good one… it's stupid and it has potential to end in either epic love making, shut up chick flick moments don't count in his head, or a fist to the jaw and no more Sam… but here goes nothing. He's gonna tell Sam that he's it. The epic love of Dean's life, his soul mate and, and…. His everything. Sam's either gonna accept it or he's gonna walk out of Dean's life for good this time… Okay here goes nothing…. just breathe Dean.

Every little thing that you do, baby I'm amazed by you

Sam is amazing, not that Dean will ever tell him that to his face, he's still the big brother in this scenario after all. He took the whole "big brother is in love with you and kinda wants to have your babies" thing very well. There were no punches no yelling, Sam just pulled him in by the front of his shirt and slotted their lips together in the most mind blowing kiss Dean has ever had in his life. Then he'd simply pulled back and whispered "What took you so long?" breath hot and moist against his lips…

The smell of your skin

Has Dean mentioned that Sam smells fucking awesome? Like vanilla and sunshine and something underlying that's pure masculine and pure Sam and Dean is addicted at the first whiff. The smell is only enhanced when he has Sam spread out underneath him. Panting and sweaty, begging with his body as Dean slowly opens him up with fingers and tongue. Small whimpers and moans escape him punctuated with gasps and words like "Dean" and "Please". It's intoxicating, mesmerizing, addicting, and Dean is perfectly okay with being an addict if it means he gets this every night. Gets Sam on his back, hot breath blowing over his face as Dean leans down to kiss him, relearning a body that he thought he knew better than his own.

The taste of your kiss,

And if Sam smells awesome it's nothing compared to the taste of him. It's the sweetest taste Dean's ever tasted and he's be content with it for the rest of his life. He'd gladly give up pie and beer and anything else that was demanded of him as long as he got to taste Sam's lips for the rest of his life.

Your hair all around me, baby you surround me,

Being underneath Sam is just as glorious as being over him. Sam's hair falling into his face as he leans into Dean. Breathing the same air as Sam eases into him and having Sam brush away the tear that trails down Dean's cheek at the burn. Small kisses peppered onto his face as tender words of adoration are whispered into his skin. Branding him with words like "God Dean, so beautiful" and most importantly "love you so fucking much."

And touch every place in my heart.

As Dean lays basking in the afterglow, Sam curled up on his chest, head over his heart. Dean runs his fingers through Sam's hair and thinks about how far they've come. How happy he is, and for once he isn't waiting on the other shoe to drop. He thinks back, remembering Sam's whispered words and the touch of his hands on his body and he thinks that this? This right here, well it feels a hell of a lot like redemption, and with Sam asleep in his arms, safe and warm and alive Dean thinks it also feels a hell of a lot like home.

…. Baby I'm amazed by you….